Middle Falls at Gooseberry Falls State Park
Recently Dad, J and I spent a few days hiking around what we Minnesotans call the North Shore. I dug out my camera and was excited to experiment with my shutter speed settings as I photographed waterfalls. If done well, slowing the shutter speed captures the flow of the water while keeping a crisp surrounding landscape.
This image taken at Gooseberry Falls seems peaceful and quiet, like I might be the only person there.
But, I was not. There were swarms, like every other time we failed to get there really early in the morning. Continue reading
I never understood yarrow’s appeal. A frequent staple in perennial gardens, it’s a lingering weed in my yard, one left behind from the previous homeowners. It still creeps along in the grass seemingly impossible to kill. And the scruffy foliage and tiny flowers didn’t appeal to me. Just blah. I thought it was ugly. Continue reading
Trying something new here — Photo Fridays.
In the midst of the politics and the violence all over social media, I am weary, and my shoulders are struggling with the weight of the world’s brokenness. Maybe your shoulders need strengthening, too.
I needed to be reminded of this: beauty is still out there in the world, too. Hope is there, too.
These hen and chicks gave me a burst of courage. In the midst of what seems like an inhospitable environment, on a hot and dry rock, of all places, they hang in and keep growing.
In the face of what seems impossible or unbearable, may you and I find the strength and courage to keep growing and loving instead of giving up in defeat. May we lean into the discomfort we feel because of the world’s brokenness, rather than slinking away and hiding from it.
Even if evil seems like it’s winning, even if the challenge seems too big to tackle, let’s be stubborn like these hen and chicks.